Page 39 of No Going Back

I nod. “Yeah. It’s real.”

He stares for a second, eyes shining, then brings his face to mine, lips crashing together. I kiss him back, deep and slow, hands sliding up to cup his face. He smiles into it, small and shy.

I laugh against his mouth. “There’s a skeleton in our house.”

He pulls back fast, like it’s vandalism. “What?!”

He grabs his controller, spins back to the screen, and starts swinging, panicked and laughing, while I watch him, grinning so hard my face hurts.

Every few minutes I reach over and stroke his thigh, just because I can now, because he’s mine, and he lets me.

Epilogue

Remy

The hot water pounds down around us, steam thick in the air, turning the locker room showers into a hazy, private world. Everyone else left ages ago… teammates, coaches, the last stragglers who stuck around to celebrate the win. The stadium lights are off outside. The building is quiet except for the steady rush of water and the wet slap of skin on skin.

I’m braced against the tiled wall, palms flat, forehead pressed to my forearm, legs spread wide. Cole’s behind me… chest to my back, one arm banded around my waist, the other hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. He’s buried deep, hips snapping forward in sharp, feral thrusts that punch the air out of my lungs every time.

“Fuck… Remy…” His voice is wrecked, low and ragged against my ear. “You feel so fucking good… still so tight for me, goddamn.”

I moan loud, broken, head tipping back against his shoulder. The water streams over us, hot and relentless, sluicing down my back, dripping from my hair into my eyes. I don’t care. I can barely think. All I feel is him, thick and relentless, stretching me open, hitting that spot over and over until my legs shake and my vision blurs.

“Cole, oh god!” I gasp, pushing back to meet him, ass clenching around his cock. “Harder, fuck… don’t stop!”

He growls, teeth sinking into the muscle of my shoulder, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to make me arch. His hand slides from my hip to my cock, wrapping tight, stroking fast and rough in time with his thrusts.

“You’re mine,” he rasps, hips slamming forward so deep I feel it in my throat. “All fucking mine… look how pretty you are when you’re full of me.”

I whimper, hips jerking into his fist. My cock throbs in his grip, leaking steadily. Every thrust drives me closer, pressure coiling tight and hot in my gut.

“Gonna come!” I choke out. “Cole, gonna come…”

“Yeah,” he groans, pace turning brutal. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel it… milk me with your tight little ass.”

I shatter, back bowing, mouth open on a silent scream as I spill hot over his fist, pulsing around him so hard he curses. He doesn’t stop, keeps fucking me through it, chasing his own edge, thrusts turning erratic and sloppy.

“Remy… gonna fill you up, gonna come so deep… mine, mine.”

He slams in one last time, grinding, and comes with a broken groan, flooding me, hips stuttering as he rides it out. His hand keeps stroking me through the aftershocks, milking every last drop until I’m trembling, oversensitive, and whining into his neck.

We stay like that, locked together, panting, water still pouring over us. He doesn’t pull out right away. Just holds me, chest heaving against my back, lips brushing my shoulder, my neck, and the shell of my ear.

“Love you,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “So fucking much.”

I turn my head, catch his mouth in a slow, sloppy kiss. “Love you too.”

He smiles against my lips, stupid, happy, and finally eases out. Turns me around so we’re face to face under the spray. Cups my face in both hands, thumbs stroking my cheekbones.

“You okay?” he asks, eyes searching mine.

I nod, grinning. “Perfect.”

He laughs quietly, relieved, and kisses me again. Slow and sweet, like we have all the time in the world. Because we do.

Cole

I start peppering stupid little kisses all over his face… his cheek, the tip of his nose, his closed eyelids, the corner of his jaw, grinning like an idiot the whole time.